Don't wait for the eagle warrior to return to the battlefield. The priest in black spread his arms exaggeratedly and invited the remaining prisoners of war: "Whose turn is it next? I hope you can send a real warrior, not this idiot who turns his back to the enemy in the duel. Want to These are all sacrifices, and the gods will not be happy."
The prisoners of war were already full of anger, but when they heard the priest in black inviting the next person to come on, their anger was relieved - the bloody boulder on the ground reminded them of Avilistri The horrific sight of being skinned.
Citralmina took a deep breath and prepared to jump out to duel with the eagle warrior. But those timid companions stopped her: "Using a branch to fight against the fully armed Aztlan warriors is a total death! Even Citralmina you can't do it! Don't help the Aztlan people. Complete the sacrificial ceremony!"
"That way we will die too. Moreover, from the Crown of Glory War to this duel, the Aztlan people have been treating us as toys!" Citralmina gritted her teeth hard, "Even if we are killed in the end To sacrifice, at least tell them that we also have our own claws and teeth. If you look down on us, you will have to pay the price with blood!"
She ignored the obscene looks from the Aztlan nobles, walked into the cobblestone with her chest raised, and shouted at the black priest who had deceived them: "Give me the weapon!"
The black-clothed priest sighed: "Disciple of Master Querakiri, I was expecting you to be the last one to enter. Your premature death will make this duel less interesting, and the Sun King hasn't come yet - —However, since you are already standing on the boulder, no one has the power to pull you down before the duel is completed."
With that said, he walked into the boulder, picked up the small wooden stick stained with Avilistri's blood from the ground, and handed it to Sitralmina. But just as he was about to turn around and leave, Citralmina grabbed his shoulder. Soon enough, with a "swipe" sound, Citralmina pierced the tip of the wooden stick into his eye!
"Don't come over!" Citralmina grabbed the screaming black priest by his hair and pushed him to the ground. At the same time, he pulled out the branches and shouted at the Aztlan soldiers who were about to rush over, " Do you want to drag me out of the boulder, or do you want to siege me on the boulder?”
The soldiers suddenly stood still. Either of the two situations Citralmina mentioned would ruin the ritual. So Citralmina grabbed the black priest's hair and pulled his head up without anyone noticing, and then slammed his head onto the boulder. She repeated this action three times in a row. The first two times, the priest in black could still cry out, but by the third time, the priest in black made no sound at all.
Citralmina took off the black priest's clothes and put them on herself. She wanted to peel off the priest's skin again, but before she could find a suitable tool, the eagle warrior hurried back to the field. Seeing the tragic situation of the priest in black, the eagle warrior panted like a bison, brandishing the wooden stick studded with blades, and rushed towards Sitralmina!
Citralmina subconsciously used the thin wooden stick in her hand to make a move, but the small wooden stick as thick as a branch could not block the heavy blow of the Eagle Warrior. As soon as the two weapons came into contact, there was a "click" and the wooden stick in Citralmina's hand broke. She hurriedly dodged to the side, but despite her quick movements, the blade on the wooden stick still grazed her left shoulder, tearing off the cloth and a long piece of bloody flesh.
The eagle warrior smiled ferociously, and taking advantage of Citralmina's instability, he raised the wooden stick and swiped it horizontally, hitting her head straight.
The situation no longer allowed Citralmina to hold back any longer. Regardless of the pain in her left shoulder, she quickly pulled out the obsidian dagger that had been hidden in her waistband, and then placed it on the wooden stick near her ear. sharp knife. At the same time, her hand shook out of habit, and a dark force immediately hit the wooden stick from the dagger in her hand. Just hearing a "snap" sound, the tall and sturdy eagle warrior was shocked and took a few steps back. The dozens of obsidian blades inlaid on his wooden stick actually shook with Sit. The obsidian dagger in Larmina's hand broke into countless pieces!
Such a scene made the Aztlan nobles who were watching stand up and cheer. More than one person exclaimed: "This is the Shattering Sword Technique! This woman is a disciple of Master Querakiri!"
However, Citralmina's obsidian weapon that shattered both sides was just a subconscious action. As soon as the dagger shattered, she habitually stabbed it to her waist again, hoping to subdue the enemy while he was in a daze. It wasn't until she noticed that her waist was empty that she realized that she only hid this one weapon.
Obsidian is fragile, but wooden sticks are much tougher. The Eagle Warrior shook off his numb right hand and took another step back - the blow from Citralmina just now frightened him to some extent. But when he noticed that Sitralmina no longer had any weapons in her hands, and that he was only damaged by the blade on the wooden stick, he immediately became more confident and waved the bare but still thick wooden stick. , attacked Xitralmina again.
Although the blade on the wooden stick was broken, if it was hit hard by such a thick wooden stick, several bones would inevitably be broken. Citralmina could only keep moving her body, trying her best to stay out of the attack range of the wooden stick. But the range of the boulder was really limited, and after dodging a few times, she was already in a panic - she had killed the black priest before, and the reason why she was still safe and sound was all because of the boulder under her feet. While dodging, she saw from the corner of her eye dozens of Aztlan soldiers surrounding the boulder, staring at her eagerly. Once her feet took half a step away from the boulder, she would probably be hacked to death immediately.
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Just as Citralmina was struggling to hold on, a series of screams suddenly came from behind her. She suddenly turned around and found that all her companions had fallen into a pool of blood!
"You brought a weapon privately!" A man who looked like an army officer shouted at her, "And this is the price!"
Grief made Citralmina's movements reckless and bold. She began to try to get close to the eagle warrior again and again, but not only did these attempts fail, but she was hit with a wooden stick several times in vain. Each time he was hit with a wooden stick, the Aztlan people watching cheered. The eagle warrior became more and more excited, and his hand waving the stick became more and more powerful.
Seeing that Citralmina was about to be defeated, something suddenly fell from the dark sky. The thing hit the ground hard and broke into pieces. At first no one paid much attention, but as the falling objects became denser and more numerous, people finally noticed that it was hail. These hailstones vary in size. The smaller ones are only slightly larger than sand, while the larger ones cannot even be held by an adult's hand. An Aztlan man was unfortunately hit on the head by a hailstone the size of an egg. He suffered a severe head injury and died on the spot.
No one cared about the duel on the boulder anymore. People held their heads and looked around for shelter. The warriors holding shields raised their shields above their heads to protect themselves. Sitralmina seized this opportunity and rushed out of the siege of the soldiers, then jumped directly from the pyramid!
This pyramid is twenty stories high. Although this platform is not on the top floor, it is still fifty or sixty meters high. The bottom of the pyramid is entirely paved with stones. Once it falls to the ground, there is no chance of survival.
The eagle warrior did not expect that Citralmina would make such a suicidal action, and subconsciously chased after her. He grabbed Citralmina's ankles but was unable to pull her back. On the contrary, it was the power of Sitralmina's fall that dragged him down from the pyramid!
Both parties in this duel fell off the pyramid in unison.
